I wrote something called "The Species Preceding",A sense of de-evolution and mythosTransferred from the old scribbles on my Lit notes,A story the Missing Link would be readingIn obscurity; to recite at meetingsWith no audience but the wind and the dark:"tinged by dusty Pleiades, the rhythmic sweepOf the cosmos reflects dreams, impeding sleep,All awhile the loveless awe of God and ArkDeveloping - a lulling soul's science sparksA new breed," more than some terrible likenessTo me, he would most likely begin to think,When man's cold, lucid art does its inward sinkInto new sad manuscripts, they write sightless,Behind slatted blinds, reminded of whiteness.